Chords for J.I.D - General (Live) - dscvr Artists to Watch 2018
Tempo:
78.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
Eb
Dm
C
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yo, what's up?
This the kid JID and this is my song General for Vivo Discover, artists to watch.
[Cm] [D]
My thumbs keep strungin' kinda like the Mumford and Sons.
Mummy was dumb [Eb] when she got that call, I [Dm] had got caught.
Kicked out the college for tongues, niggas be talkin'.
I wasn't even on camera, [C] just hit the lick with some amateurs.
Glad we [Eb] did that, now I'm flyin' to [D] Los Angeles with the 8-bit.
[G] My pre-rolls call that shit [Dm] a Sarancha.
Lil' Wade, Teresina on your big screen, ho.
Slave man, Southeast [B] Coast, JID or the Tap Leo.
[Db] Set it off, my big sis [D] reminded me of Cleo.
And my [Ab] brothers is killin' you might see [D] on that G-O.
You got the T-O cause niggas can't get they cat pee on.
I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman.
And set my niggas up the hill, yeah they Jack Children.
And a million other black children.
Let's crack this seal, I'm spillin'.
Wait, wait, wait, do somethin', nigga.
Yeah, yeah, [C] [D] yeah, shoot somethin', nigga.
Wow, shit, now, 220, nigga.
Yeah, [Dm] hold up, nigga.
I'm talkin' about for real, man.
You gotta be [D] feelin' that pre-hitting shit, man.
We ain't got [C] this bitch shit.
We ain't got this bitch shit.
[D]
I'm on, okay, I don't do this shit at slow pace.
I ain't here to do it your way.
And I'm comin' through the ceiling, through the floor, back and front.
No way you do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave.
I been on my shit [F] since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade.
Wait, even before grades.
Goin' to my brother court [D] dates and I ask my mom and dad what he did.
But they ain't never tell me.
Tellin' I be good, he killed a nigga.
A guy [Eb] called for some dope he sellin'.
Kinda close but no [Eb] cigarella.
He was Armadillo, that's Armadillo.
My pop did [D] time in the military and he thought I was [F] tired of this.
See the [D] boys, you better warn a nigga.
In Virginia, probably got warrants, nigga.
Like North Carolina and South Carolina.
Gotta hide out it like Florence, nigga.
Swear your rap so boring, nigga.
Then you say you [Eb] trap, you be lyin', nigga.
I don't fuck with [D] none of y'all happy trappers.
Better grab a trap, people die, nigga.
Lord, sorry we makin' all the notes.
But she ain't have to call the boss.
Some shit, Juju can't avoid.
Dumb shit, cool it with the squad.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
You know how we live in this, you feel me?
But everybody has to work for this.
This the kid JID and this is my song General for Vivo Discover, artists to watch.
[Cm] [D]
My thumbs keep strungin' kinda like the Mumford and Sons.
Mummy was dumb [Eb] when she got that call, I [Dm] had got caught.
Kicked out the college for tongues, niggas be talkin'.
I wasn't even on camera, [C] just hit the lick with some amateurs.
Glad we [Eb] did that, now I'm flyin' to [D] Los Angeles with the 8-bit.
[G] My pre-rolls call that shit [Dm] a Sarancha.
Lil' Wade, Teresina on your big screen, ho.
Slave man, Southeast [B] Coast, JID or the Tap Leo.
[Db] Set it off, my big sis [D] reminded me of Cleo.
And my [Ab] brothers is killin' you might see [D] on that G-O.
You got the T-O cause niggas can't get they cat pee on.
I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman.
And set my niggas up the hill, yeah they Jack Children.
And a million other black children.
Let's crack this seal, I'm spillin'.
Wait, wait, wait, do somethin', nigga.
Yeah, yeah, [C] [D] yeah, shoot somethin', nigga.
Wow, shit, now, 220, nigga.
Yeah, [Dm] hold up, nigga.
I'm talkin' about for real, man.
You gotta be [D] feelin' that pre-hitting shit, man.
We ain't got [C] this bitch shit.
We ain't got this bitch shit.
[D]
I'm on, okay, I don't do this shit at slow pace.
I ain't here to do it your way.
And I'm comin' through the ceiling, through the floor, back and front.
No way you do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave.
I been on my shit [F] since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade.
Wait, even before grades.
Goin' to my brother court [D] dates and I ask my mom and dad what he did.
But they ain't never tell me.
Tellin' I be good, he killed a nigga.
A guy [Eb] called for some dope he sellin'.
Kinda close but no [Eb] cigarella.
He was Armadillo, that's Armadillo.
My pop did [D] time in the military and he thought I was [F] tired of this.
See the [D] boys, you better warn a nigga.
In Virginia, probably got warrants, nigga.
Like North Carolina and South Carolina.
Gotta hide out it like Florence, nigga.
Swear your rap so boring, nigga.
Then you say you [Eb] trap, you be lyin', nigga.
I don't fuck with [D] none of y'all happy trappers.
Better grab a trap, people die, nigga.
Lord, sorry we makin' all the notes.
But she ain't have to call the boss.
Some shit, Juju can't avoid.
Dumb shit, cool it with the squad.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
You know how we live in this, you feel me?
But everybody has to work for this.
Key:
D
Eb
Dm
C
F
D
Eb
Dm
Yo, what's up?
This the kid JID and this is my song General for Vivo Discover, artists to watch. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
My thumbs keep strungin' kinda like the Mumford and Sons.
Mummy was dumb [Eb] when she got that call, I [Dm] had got caught.
Kicked out the college for tongues, niggas be talkin'.
I wasn't even on camera, [C] just hit the lick with some amateurs.
Glad we [Eb] did that, now I'm flyin' to [D] Los Angeles with the 8-bit.
[G] My pre-rolls call that shit [Dm] a Sarancha.
Lil' Wade, Teresina on your big screen, ho.
Slave man, Southeast [B] Coast, JID or the Tap Leo.
[Db] Set it off, my big sis [D] reminded me of Cleo.
And my [Ab] brothers is killin' you might see [D] on that G-O.
You got the T-O cause niggas can't get they cat pee on.
I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman.
And set my niggas up the hill, yeah they Jack Children.
And a million other black children.
Let's crack this seal, I'm spillin'.
Wait, wait, wait, do somethin', nigga.
Yeah, yeah, [C] [D] yeah, shoot somethin', nigga.
Wow, shit, now, 220, nigga.
Yeah, _ [Dm] hold up, nigga.
I'm talkin' about for real, _ _ _ man.
You gotta be [D] feelin' that pre-hitting shit, man.
We ain't got [C] this bitch shit.
We ain't got this bitch shit.
[D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm on, okay, I don't do this shit at slow pace.
I ain't here to do it your way.
And I'm comin' through the ceiling, through the floor, back and front.
No way you do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave.
I been on my shit [F] since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade.
Wait, even before grades.
Goin' to my brother court [D] dates and I ask my mom and dad what he did.
But they ain't never tell me.
Tellin' I be good, he killed a nigga.
A guy [Eb] called for some dope he sellin'.
Kinda close but no [Eb] cigarella.
He was Armadillo, that's Armadillo.
My pop did [D] time in the military and he thought I was [F] tired of this.
See the [D] boys, you better warn a nigga.
In Virginia, probably got warrants, nigga.
Like North Carolina and South Carolina.
Gotta hide out it like Florence, nigga.
Swear your rap so boring, nigga.
Then you say you [Eb] trap, you be lyin', nigga.
I don't fuck with [D] none of y'all happy trappers.
Better grab a trap, people die, nigga.
Lord, sorry we makin' all the notes.
But she ain't have to call the boss.
Some shit, Juju can't avoid.
Dumb shit, cool it with the squad.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
You know how we live in _ this, you feel me? _ _
_ _ _ But everybody has to work for this. _
This the kid JID and this is my song General for Vivo Discover, artists to watch. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
My thumbs keep strungin' kinda like the Mumford and Sons.
Mummy was dumb [Eb] when she got that call, I [Dm] had got caught.
Kicked out the college for tongues, niggas be talkin'.
I wasn't even on camera, [C] just hit the lick with some amateurs.
Glad we [Eb] did that, now I'm flyin' to [D] Los Angeles with the 8-bit.
[G] My pre-rolls call that shit [Dm] a Sarancha.
Lil' Wade, Teresina on your big screen, ho.
Slave man, Southeast [B] Coast, JID or the Tap Leo.
[Db] Set it off, my big sis [D] reminded me of Cleo.
And my [Ab] brothers is killin' you might see [D] on that G-O.
You got the T-O cause niggas can't get they cat pee on.
I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman.
And set my niggas up the hill, yeah they Jack Children.
And a million other black children.
Let's crack this seal, I'm spillin'.
Wait, wait, wait, do somethin', nigga.
Yeah, yeah, [C] [D] yeah, shoot somethin', nigga.
Wow, shit, now, 220, nigga.
Yeah, _ [Dm] hold up, nigga.
I'm talkin' about for real, _ _ _ man.
You gotta be [D] feelin' that pre-hitting shit, man.
We ain't got [C] this bitch shit.
We ain't got this bitch shit.
[D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm on, okay, I don't do this shit at slow pace.
I ain't here to do it your way.
And I'm comin' through the ceiling, through the floor, back and front.
No way you do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave.
I been on my shit [F] since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade.
Wait, even before grades.
Goin' to my brother court [D] dates and I ask my mom and dad what he did.
But they ain't never tell me.
Tellin' I be good, he killed a nigga.
A guy [Eb] called for some dope he sellin'.
Kinda close but no [Eb] cigarella.
He was Armadillo, that's Armadillo.
My pop did [D] time in the military and he thought I was [F] tired of this.
See the [D] boys, you better warn a nigga.
In Virginia, probably got warrants, nigga.
Like North Carolina and South Carolina.
Gotta hide out it like Florence, nigga.
Swear your rap so boring, nigga.
Then you say you [Eb] trap, you be lyin', nigga.
I don't fuck with [D] none of y'all happy trappers.
Better grab a trap, people die, nigga.
Lord, sorry we makin' all the notes.
But she ain't have to call the boss.
Some shit, Juju can't avoid.
Dumb shit, cool it with the squad.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
You know how we live in _ this, you feel me? _ _
_ _ _ But everybody has to work for this. _